Warnings: Eventual Johnlock slash (Rating could go up), Unbeta'd, I'm not British, Bullying Mentions of drug abuse, AU
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock.
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In this world, everyone has someone. Some are fortunate to find their other half in their lifetime. Others are not. There are some poor, unfortunate souls that never become complete. They will never know what it is like to be loved wholly or cherished for their odd quirks and unique personalities.
Each soul is connect by a single red thread that never breaks and would cause extreme heartache to the soul's whose mates died. The thread wearers were connected to the one soul that they would always belong to, or fit perfectly with. Many swore to never love again after their mate had died and threads slowly disappeared The threads weren't physical, you couldn't touch them but they were seen and felt by the heart. When a child is born, and the red thread is clearly visible, it is a time for celebration because the threads mostly develop at a later age. Everyone could see their threads.
Everyone, but Sherlock Holmes.
When Sherlock was at the delicate age of six, his parents sat him down and told him about soul bounding, and the vital red threads. When the talk was over Sherlock asked a single condemning question, "Why can't I see mine?" At the time the question was just laughed off, but he would later struggle with the same question years later during a time when all of his other classmates had threads and he did not.
His parents quickly explained that he was a 'late bloomer' and needed 'to grow some more' before his thread decided 'to make itself known'. Sherlock accepted the explanation easily enough. After all, he could see the logic behind their statements (Although he hated the way they spoke to him. As if he couldn't understand them unless they spoke in this irritating high pitch coddling voice).
When Sherlock grew to the age of thirteen there still was no red string present in his life. Of course everyone had noticed. His classmates would come up with 'clever' names to call him. Soulless, Heartless, or his 'favorite' Threadless. If he were completely honest, he would admit that the last one hurt the most. It was just another reminder that he was different.
Sherlock began shutting himself down. He hated how vulnerable their insults made him so he let go of the loving little boy, that was full of hope, and became the cold hearted detective we know today. He would say scathing, bitter comments against his cruel classmates but his comments were always the truth. He never lied about what he saw. He would uncover affairs, blatant lies, and dark secrets. It was no wonder that the damaging words hurled Sherlock's way grew and became an amusing pastime for the cruel bullies. It became a game of, "Let's see who could belittle the freak the most today!"
University wasn't much better. When Sherlock sat down for his first lecture, an obnoxious man sat close by spouting off his latest sexual escapades. Sherlock took one look at the offending man and knew his life's story. Sherlock quickly stands and spouts off, "Wrong! You are clearly lying! You have touched your noise nine times throughout your speech which indicates falsehood. There is also the fact that there is a white stain near the button of your trousers. I wonder what that could be!" He says sarcastically and filled with scorn. "You haven't met your soulmate and I know that the only woman, or nurturing person, currently present in your life is your mother. I know that because your clothes have been ironed, tailored and washed, not by you, by a professional. It is possible that you go and get them professionally done, but there is a sentimental touch to each stitch. Ergo, mother. The girlfriend is an easy observation to make due to the fact that you have no one to seek from someone else. Obvious!"After Sherlock sits back down, the lecture hall explodes with laughter and jeers. Sebastian stands quickly and exits the room, but not before he can step up to Sherlock and menacingly whisper, "You will pay for this."
Sebastian was never one to let things go. He had hated Sherlock from the beginning of their time at Uni. He had been able to avoid repercussions until a cold morning in January which resulted in a blackened eye, bruised ribs, and twisted right ankle after Sherlock had 'forgotten his place'. The taunting seemed to increase after Sebastian started spouting off lies about Sherlock's intended. "Sherlock has met his bonded mate and they were so disgusted by his appearance they had found a better acquaintance." or, "The reason Sherlock is threadless is because he never had a mate to begin with! When he was born, it was decided that he would never have a mate because he is too undeserving." Sherlock could pretend that their taunts didn't mean anything but he wondered himself if their words had some truths to them.
The only solace he achieved was when he was able to go into his rooms or work in the labs in the Science department the school provided. Sherlock wasn't able to always avoid Sebastian and more often than not, he would return to his room with bruises he hadn't originally left with. When he had finally graduated, he developed a cold mask of indifference and a hardened heart.
At the age of twenty-three, he was still without a soul mate, he was introduced to cocaine. He, at first, told himself that he was using it to 'quieten his racing mind'. If he would look within himself he would discover that he was only lying to himself. There were the nights when being so alone left him feeling so hollow inside. There were nights when he truly hated himself more than anything or anyone. Those nights he would tighten the tourniquet, inject the needle into his arm, and push the plunger until he could finally get rid of the emptiness he felt. This routine would continue for three months until Mycroft stepped in, after Sherlock overdosed, one September night.
In one fleeting moment, Sherlock could have sworn he had seen a crimson, fiery flash of color amongst the blurred images just before he became unconscious.
My first actual deduction scene! I hope it goes well. I'm afraid it doesn't make any sense and that I'll confuse everyone :/. If you have any questions, please ask! If you see any mistakes, please tell me! I promise to be kind about my replies! Thanks for viewing! I hope you enjoy the later chapters!